Okay! Sorry for not updating like I usually do- I've been working on some jewelry and stuff for a local auction at a community church, and an art's and crafts show that my mom secretly signed me up for and didn't tell me until a little while ago.

I've been stressing because of my wedding anniversary, those things mentioned above, making some new stuff, and of course selling and making a custom order for a friend.

For those of you who are interested, this will be an All Might (good guy gone mad/bad) OC, soulmate fic. So- read, review and tell me what you think because I have a ton more of stories for All Might- some of which are OC's and some are fem Izuku fics- that I really, really need to post soon.

Enjoy!

The first time he lost control, it was after bolting upright in his bed clutching his chest. Sweat was rolling down his face and neck, dampening his long-ish ash blond bangs so that the strands were wet and sticky and clung uncomfortably to his face and neck as he gasped desperately for air with lungs that didn't seem to want to fill up.

He didn't know what had set him off, to be honest he was only vaguely aware of the phantom pain that much have been what had awoken him. All he knew was that he could feel that something was wrong.

Horribly. Desperately. Achingly, bone jarringly wrong.

Sitting there in his bed for several moments, he waited and hoped that the feeling would pass, but once ten minutes rolled around and it still hadn't- he quickly left his bed and began to get dressed so that he could go and investigate what the feeling was coming from.

Or rather- who it was stemming from.

Toshinori Yagi was just twenty years old when he had first met his soul mate. And as elated as he had been to know that finally, he wasn't alone in the world...that there was someone in the vast world meant just for him. The girl's age, and his present job posed some very serious problems for the two.

For starters, his soulmate was only eleven. And though the bond between them was already a strong one, Toshi knew enough to keep his distance at present so that the child could grow up without feeling much from their bond influencing her life's decisions.

After all he didn't want to unknowingly steal any hopes of her doing something she desired from her. He just knew that she would grow up to do something great like being a doctor, or lawyer, or even a writer- he'd always been very fond of literature so he'd collect and read everything that she wrote, even if it was never published.

He had known about his soulmate for a grand total of three months when he had finally come to the decision that it would be best for them both to remain apart indefinitely and had gone to her and rejected her. Knowing that as much as it hurt him to do so- it might literally kill her to be rejected by her soulmate at such a young age, he took the chance anyways after being assured by both of his masters that if anyone can survive being rejected- it would be her- he took the plunge.

The horrible, heart wrenching, plunge that would supposedly sever any ties that they would have.

Grabbing his cell once he had his shoes on, he headed out the door of his posh styled large apartment, and flipped his phone open to call his master and ask her to head over to his soulmat- er, ex-soulmate's home to check on the child since the phantom pain that he was feeling wasn't a natural one and had to be coming from her..

However the phone didn't even ring when it connected to Nana and he heard her shaky voice say over the line, "Don't come Toshi. Just turn around and go back to bed."

He had almost tripped over his own feet upon hearing her words, outrage, white hot and all consuming filled his gut and he let out an inhuman, feral sounding- "No." as it suddenly dawned on him why he felt as if he were choking, strangling, and unable to breathe.

She didn't. She couldn't have... And yet- he had been assured that she would live! Nana and Grand Torino had all but promised him that she would be fine!

They lied to him...

He didn't recall activating his quirk, or running at a speed damned close to the speed barrier's just to reach his ex-soulmate's home. Nor did he recall attacking Nana, or the paramedics in an effort to get to the small, still body of the child that he had thought he was protecting from himself.

But when he finally came to his senses again, Grand Torino was there, doing what he could to keep people away from him. Nana was injured, but not badly. And he- he was sitting on the ground facing them crying and begging for his ex-soulmate to open her eyes.

He was sorry.

He didn't mean it.

He loved her. He loved her. He loved her...